A Reason To Breathe (One Direction)

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6. Escape Into Reality


Hey guises!!!

Okay so first, I am SOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY that I havent updated in like A MONTH. But my laptop was taken away and I had sooo much homework. Like you wouldnt believe... Ugh. 8 grade SUCKS.

Second, 100 READS, 4 LIKES, AND 4 COMMENTS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAH! Thank you guys SOOO much! Please keep promoting my book!!!!

Third, I will be updating A LOT more often now. I was kinda having writers block.

Fourth, sorry if this chapters kinda short: it is important...


Lil(: xx

I sit in the cramped closet, my body shaking in anticipation, waiting for the old front door to slam, counting the seconds until he left, anticipating the moment I could put my escape plan that I had been drawing up for a week into action.

Slam! 1, 2, 3........

After counting to thirty, I hear the tires screech as he peels out of the worn driveway. My small, shaking hand reaches out and grasps the shiny metal on the blank white door, silently turning the knob and slipping out. 

This is it. I am finally gonna do it.

 I scurry down the hall as quick as a bolt of lightning without making a sound, towards the windowless front door, where my step dad keeps his small silver key rack.

You see, my step dad collects and auctions off cars. I have no idea where he gets his money for this from, probably my mum's will. This "hobby" took off about a month after my mum died. I guess this is one way he "handles the situation," aside from taking it out on me. Apparantly this is his "passion." He has brought home at least 40 since my mum passed. He always has two or three in the driveway.

I snap back into reality as I grab the first key.

Rolls-Royce. Nice. I never WAS allowed to drive that one.

I shove the keys into my pocket as I sprint down the hall, making my way quickly over to the large, yellowing from age, metal safe. I ponder over the password for a second. Knowing my step dad, its probably the easiest password you could think of. I take a wild guess, going with a classic. 1-2-3-4.


"Idiot," I mutter under my breath. I grab 2000 pounds after the slow lock opens. I get up and gallop to the garage, only stopping to grab the picture of my mum, dad, and I from when we were all todether, 6 years ago, before my father died from a brain tumour, before mum married the step-monster, before she passed that awful night. We all look so happy, so together.

I open the garage door and slam it shut behind me, waddling my way over tho the car as I take the new keys out of my worn pocket. I start the car and revv the engine, something I have never been able to do before because it "ruins the car's engine." Smirking, I back out of the driveway and down the street.

I check the reverse mirror as the garage closes at snail speed. Butterflies flying in my stomach, hands trembling, head pounding, heart throbbing. I swallow with great difficulty as I glance back at the house I lived in for 16 years, my whole life.

I peel my eyes off of the past and speed into the future, a future that I hope doesnt have that house or anything in it.

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